Blank pages,
Staring widely at me
Trying to find hope,
And strength to break free
But the greater shadow
Is holding them back,
Waiting for a moment
To pounce and attack
The pages are dull
And float away,
Because they dream
Of better days
Days where they,
Can wander freely
No one who’s asking
And growing needy
“Who are you?”
They wonder why,
“I am me.”
The pages reply
Someday the pages
Will figure out,
This mystery of life
We ponder about.
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